9 comments/ 13754 views/ 6 favorites Getting Tate Off Ch. 01 By: rjordan Tate tried to hold a simple ballet position she learned when she was 10. At 23, with a little alcohol and a lot of pot in her system, she kept falling over, giggling. Aaron, her boyfriend, laughed along with everyone else at the party. "Come on, Aaron. Help me. Show these guys what I'm trying to do. What's it called? Ploy, or plee or something. Show me." "Plié, Tate. It means bent. Give me some room...Like this." Aaron went into a plié, then transitioned to a complex fouette turn to everyone's astonishment. Some laughed, some clapped. He bowed theatrically to his small audience of four. "Ballet? You took ballet? I thought you were a jock in school," said Gary. "I played soccer in high school, but the coach made us all take a ballet class his wife taught." "No wonder," said Jack. "Soccer is faggot football." "Jack, you dumbass," said Gary. "I heard about pro athletes cross-training with ballet. Any one of them could kick your ass if they heard you say that." "He's right. It really helped with cardio, strength, agility, everything. It helped me a lot in sports. I took a class in college too. That's where I met Darlene, right?" "Oh yes, I remember you in those black tights. Whew." said Darlene fanning herself. Aaron was tall with a runner's body, but now it was clear why he moved with the grace of a cat. *-*-* After his ballet demo Aaron settled into an arm chair facing the couch across the room. Darlene came in from the kitchen and sat cross-wise in his lap. Darlene lived alone in an apartment directly across the pool from Aaron and Tate. Aaron and Darlene had been good friends since college and comfortably cuddled on the chair as they had many times. They had never been romantically involved. They were only affectionate with one another when they were at a party like this one. Tate, Aaron's girlfriend, sat on the couch between Gary and Jack when Aaron did his fouette. With a fuzzy head from alcohol and pot, it didn't take long before she layed down with her head in Gary's lap and her feet in Jack's lap. Gary was Darlene's current boyfriend. He had been around enough to be used to Darlene and Aaron cuddling together. He and Tate enjoyed a little friendly flirting as well. Gary had asked Aaron if he could bring Jack to the party. Gary and Jack weren't close friends, but they worked for the same health club and socialized on occasion. Neither Aaron nor Tate had met Jack before, but they had no objection to Gary's request. Tate was petite but busty for her size. Her long brunette hair, dark smoky eyes and porcelain-white Nordic skin gave her an exotic elfish look. She looked even smaller between these two ex-college jocks. Her little body probably featured in the wet dreams of many guys who saw her. At work, she wore slacks with colorful dental uniform tops depicting teddy bears or smiling cartoon molars, but nothing hid the tight little package inside. She was generally shy among people she didn't know, but opened up a little at parties. Her drink of choice was sloe gin in a tumbler with club soda and ice. She claimed it made her horny. Pot definitely made her horny. When she was stoned she craved touch, but she got so mellow she generally didn't reciprocate. After many frustrating evenings in their early days together, Aaron preferred her sober where the promise of her beautiful little body and inventive mind contributed to memorable sex. When she was stoned, he didn't bother her for sex. He was content to massage and pet her as if she were a favorite cat stretching and purring next to him. *-*-* Darlene and Aaron contentedly stroked one another while they talked quietly. Occasionally they glanced over at the other three on the couch. Gary massaged Tate's temples, shoulders and neck while Tate's hands rested naturally on her stomach. Jack massaged her feet which she swore was better than sex. She alternately kneaded her feet on his thighs like the stoned kitten she was. Her knees were bent, but not self-consciously together. Her ankle length flowery sun dress with a halter top was sexy, but not too revealing. Just a pretty girl-next-door lounging with friends, comfortable and content. Jack pushed the hem up a little to massage her calves, but she reflexively pulled her knees together when he did so. At best he might have an occasional glimpse of her panties. Aaron wasn't concerned about that, yet Aaron was getting anxious about Jack. He was OK with Gary because he knew him, and, of course, Darlene was right there. But he didn't know Jack at all, and Jack was there solo. He let it go because Tate seemed comfortable and relaxed. Besides, he couldn't complain too loudly with Darlene squirming on his lap with his arms wrapped just below her ample tits, basically supporting them as she seemed to have recently lost her bra. Tate squirmed her head further into Gary's lap to get comfortable. He reached down to adjust himself in his pants. She giggled quietly, reached up beside her ear and adjusted his cock for herself to get more comfortable. She looked up at him, they exchanged a look, and she left her hand on his cock. Before long she was absentmindedly stroking him through his pants while he stroked his fingers lightly from her upper arm, lightly down the side of her right boob to her waist and back up again. Aaron and Darlene raised eyebrows at one another. They had noticed a change in Tate, and it was not lost on Jack either. Tate's feet, which had been kneading his thigh, were now repositioned. One was kneading his thigh. The other was clearly kneading his crotch. One of Jack's hands rested on her calf while the other seemed to be stroking the bottom side of her up-raised thigh. The hem slid upward toward her knees a fraction at a time. Tate's knees were swaying somewhat in rhythm with Jack's stroking. Now, slightly open, now clenched tight together, not so much to restrict access as an involuntary tensioning from his touch. She moaned softly as her white satin panties were eclipsed by his dark hand. Tate had turned her head completely toward Gary and was nibbling at the cloth of his pants while gently stroking his cock. She lifted her head slightly and quickly swept her long hair under her head and back to keep it out of her face. She rested her hand back on his cock and rested her other hand on her belly which tightened with muscle tension and her uneven breathing. She was definitely aroused. Stoned and aroused. Mesmerized by her face in Gary's lap, Aaron almost missed when she slightly lifted her ass. Jack had both hands well up her dress and was pulling her panties off. He slid them down her legs and off her feet. Jack slyly looked over at Aaron, who avoided eye contact, but he saw Jack tuck Tate's panties into his pants pocket. The action also brought the hem of her dress completely down to her ankles, covering her exposed pussy. "You OK?" Darlene whispered to Aaron. "I don't know." "You can stop it, you know." "I know. I was hoping she would." "I could stop it with a simple look at Gary." "Nah. I'm OK for now, I think." Several minutes later, without warning, Tate moaned loudly and curled herself over on her side, trying to roll off the couch. "I gotta pee. Let me up." Gary backed off immediately. Jack began complaining. "It can wait. Don't think about it." "No, I have to pee, dammit." and stumbled to her feet. She wobbled down the hallway to the master bedroom and its adjoining bathroom. Jack got up to follow her. *-*-* "Jack. Leave her alone. She said she had to go," Aaron said. "Who the hell are you? She told me to meet her in the bedroom." "Last I checked, this is my apartment and that's my girlfriend." "The fuck she is. Your girlfriend was on your lap." "That's Gary's girl. Doesn't matter. Tate said she has to pee and you're staying right there." Aaron got right into Jack's face, and Gary hollered, "Leave her alone, Jack. It was just a little fun. Don't be an ass." Jack shoved Aaron. He was a big guy. Bigger than Aaron had any hope of matching. But Gary was bigger and right there, getting pissed. He grabbed Jack by the arm and hurried him out of the apartment. Darlene shut the door on them, and stayed behind. *-*-* Aaron ran back into the bedroom. Tate was sitting on the bed crying. She took one look at him and cowered in fear. The more Aaron tried to touch her to comfort her, the more frightened she got. He ran back out grabbed Darlene, and pulled her into the bedroom. She saw Tate there, then immediately went to her, holding her in her arms. Darlene pulled Tate up and walked her to the adjoining bathroom. "Come on, honey. Let's get you cleaned up." The back of her sun dress was soaking wet like she'd peed herself. Aaron thought it was weird she hadn't gone in the bathroom right away, but had just sat on the bed like that. After a shower, Darlene brought Tate back in the bedroom and told Aaron to leave them alone for awhile so she could get Tate in her nightgown and tucked into bed. "I'll be out shortly. We can talk." Aaron slouched back into the living room and dropped down on the couch where Jack had been. As soon as he realized where he was he shot up and went to the chair. Darlene came out about 20 minutes later. "How is she?" "She's in bed. She'll sleep. Leave her alone until morning." "What happened?" "You don't know? She didn't pee herself, Aaron." "She looked pretty wet to me." "It wasn't pee...she climaxed on the couch." "Oh my god. She's never done that. That's why she's so upset with me." "She's not upset with you. She's afraid of what you think of her." "I should have stopped it when you said, Darlene." "Talk to her in the morning. Let her know what you're feeling. Go easy on her. She was pretty stoned." *-*-* The next morning, Aaron was in the kitchen having coffee. He heard the shower and when it stopped he began preparing breakfast for the two of them. Tate came out with damp hair, wearing a robe, and sat at the table. She wouldn't look at him. She looked down at the table. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I was kind of loaded. I don't even know exactly what happened, but I know I must of crossed a line." "Tate, it's OK. You had too much to drink and probably too much to smoke. Shit happens." "I'm so worried you're going to leave me, Aaron. Please don't. Can you forgive me?" "Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing to forgive. We're fine." Aaron wondered if that last part was for her benefit or for his own. He walked over, lifted her out of the chair and hugged her. She broke down in tears. *-*-* Over the next few days, Aaron and Tate were a little distant from one another. Without knowing it, they were both troubled by the same thing. Aaron was troubled that Tate had obviously climaxed with another man. Strongly enough to squirt. She never climaxed from sex with him. She once told him she had never climaxed with anyone and only mildly by herself. Tate was also troubled that she had climaxed so strongly, and with another man. That had never happened. Not even close. She had jumped up from the couch because she was embarrassed Jack had been the first to make her cum and it was so good she had peed herself. Darlene had to explain to her about female ejaculation. Tate had never heard of such a thing. That made her climax even more disturbing to her. *-*-* In the two years they had been together, her lack of orgasms had always been a source of tension between them. Aaron felt inadequate, and a little selfish because he had orgasms and Tate didn't. Tate always reassured him that some women didn't, but she enjoyed sex with him just the same. It was reassuring to Aaron, but not convincing. Several days after the party, things hadn't improved. Before the party, their frequent sex had always been adventurous and fun, despite the periodic tension over her lack of orgasms. After the incident, their sex became less frequent and a little strained, and Aaron wouldn't talk about it any more. When they had sex, Tate tried to recall the feelings she had before her massive orgasm with Jack, hoping it would happen with Aaron. It didn't, and she felt guilty for intentionally thinking of Jack. She enjoyed the feelings she had with Aaron, but they never progressed or hinted at any kind of peak. She determined to learn how to make it happen with Aaron. Maybe Darlene can help, she thought. Darlene obviously knew about that female ejaculation thing. *-*-* A week after the party, she dropped by Darlene's apartment to talk. Aaron was working late so she didn't have to get dinner ready even though it was her turn. They sat down in Darlene's kitchen and chatted for awhile. Finally, Tate asked, "Do you...you know, get that wet? Like I did at the party." "You mean squirt? Lord no, that's never happened to me," she laughed. "I've heard of it from girlfriends, but that's all I know." "Any idea what I could do to make it happen again? Fuck, Darlene, I'll admit it, OK? It was the most incredible feeling I've ever had." She recounted her lack of orgasms with Aaron. "What about with men before Aaron? Did you climax with them." "No...god, it must be something wrong with me." "What about when you masturbate?" "Darleeeene...OK, yes, a little, but nothing like the one with Jack. Aaron is really spooked by this, I can tell. I'm spooked by it. I let another man touch me and practically exploded in front of him. What am I going to do, Darlene? I'm afraid I'm going to lose him." "No idea, Tate. But don't worry. We'll think of something. Maybe Kegel exercises. Do you do those?" "I know I should go to the gym more, but I don't." "Honey, you don't need to go to the gym for Kegels," she laughed. "You can do them almost anywhere. You could do them in church." "I go to church less than I go to the gym...like never." Darlene explained how to do them. "Even if they don't do what you're looking for, they'll be good for you, especially as you get older. For one thing, you won't pee as much when you laugh. It might feel better for Aaron too. Funny thing is, Aaron is in such good shape, he might be doing Kegels himself." "Men do them?" "Sure, the smart ones anyway. They use basically those same muscles to ejaculate and to keep from peeing when they laugh. Though I don't think that's much of a problem until they get really old, like 50 or something." *-*-* Tate practiced Kegels that same night. From then on she did them every morning and again in the evening. She couldn't do very many at first, but eventually she could do as many as she wanted non-stop. She realized if those muscles were out of shape, that was true of the rest of her. She tried doing arm exercises with food cans from the cupboard as weights. Her arms quickly felt like rubber. She tried doing girl push-ups and couldn't finish the second one. Time for action, she thought. Tate had never spent a lot of time in the gym. Her youth and genes seemed to compensate just fine. But now she was worried. If she couldn't figure a way to climax with Aaron like she did with Jack, her relationship was going to get worse. Aaron had given her a membership for her birthday at the gym next to their apartment complex. Aaron was in top condition from running, swimming and his stupid ballet practice so he wouldn't go to the gym with her. She didn't like going alone so she rarely went at all. *-*-* The next day when Tate got off work, she dug out her gym bag sniffing inside it to make sure there wasn't anything gross in there. Since the gym was next door, she dressed in her workout clothes for the walk over, and stuffed street clothes in the gym bag for the walk back. It had been awhile so she had to pay to get her membership current, then headed for the treadmills to warm up. After running a couple of easy miles, she was feeling pretty good, but was sure her IQ had dropped 10 points from watching Fox News on the treadmill TV. As she stepped off the treadmill to wipe it down, there was Jack. "Well, look who's here. Hi, Tate." "What are you doing here? Jack, right?" "Yea, you remembered! Anyway, I work here. Lucky for you." "I thought you worked with Gary." "We were both at The City Gym downtown, but they transferred me here. I'm surprised I never saw you here before or did you just join 'cuz I'm here." "Don't flatter yourself, Jack." "I'm on a break. Let me buy you a drink at the juice bar." *-*-* Against her better judgment, she followed him to the bar. They found a table and ordered. "You could be doing a lot better than that pencilneck you're with." "Leave him out of it. I could do a lot better than you, but I'm not interested." She looked over at a guy coming into the juice bar, flashed him a million dollar smile, blinked her eyes at him, and watched him trip over his own feet. Then she looked over at Jack. "OK, OK, point made. But I have one big thing in my favor." "What's that, Jack?" "A track record. You already know I can do it for you." Tate blushed and looked away. She couldn't deny that after the party. "I had a girlfriend who was a squirter. Big turn on for me." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I recognized it when I felt it at the party, Tate. I want more. So do you. We just have to figure a way to make it happen." Tate glared at him. "But not now, Tate. I gotta get back to work. See you tomorrow, right?" Tate was furious and blushing beet red. She was angry at what he had said to her. She was even angrier that he might be right. When Aaron got home later that evening, she told him about going to the gym again. "I did two miles without stopping," she said proudly. He was happy, and suggested maybe they could start running together again. "Small steps," she warned. "Let me get a little tone back and we'll talk." She didn't mention running into Jack there. Given Aaron's reaction to Jack at the party, she figured it wouldn't be good to have him worry. Her dental office was closed the next day as it was every Wednesday, so then she could get going on this gym thing. *-*-* Wednesday morning after Aaron went to work, Tate jumped in the shower. No sooner did she have the water adjusted, than the phone rang. Or did it? She could never tell if it was the shower or the phone ringing faintly. She stepped out of the shower, thought she heard one ring, then silence. Whatever, she thought, and dried herself off. There was the ringing again. This time it was definitely real. She wrapped the towel around her and picked up the bedroom extension. "Hi, Tate. It's me, Jack." "Jack! How did you get this number?" "And hello to you too. Anyway, I copied it off your wall phone when I was at the party getting a beer in the kitchen. Smart, huh?" "Yea, you're a regular Einstein. What do you want? I have to get dressed." "Oh...does that mean you aren't dressed now? What have you been doing, my sweet." "I'm not your sweet and what I'm wearing is none of your business." "If it isn't my business, why did you tell me you're naked?" "Dammit. I didn't say I'm naked." "But you haven't said you aren't. I need to check this out for myself." "In your dreams. What do you want, Jack?" "You know what I want, but I'll settle for lunch. How about I pick up some Chinese next door and come over there for lunch? No funny business. Just a friendly lunch." "That's not a good idea. And how did you know I'd be here?" "I...uhh...didn't think about that. I figured you didn't work, so I guess I got lucky. Anyway, you haven't said no so I'll be there at 1. Should I bring enough for Aaron or is he at work?" "You're exasperating, Jack. Aaron is in L.A. today. He won't be back until late." "Well, since we're only having lunch, I guess I'll miss him this time around. See you at 1." Getting Tate Off Ch. 02 Something went wrong trying to teach Aaron about her g-spot. She knew she understood it from having made Darlene squirt for the first time in her life, but couldn't figure out how to teach Aaron. Actually, she could do without the squirting part. That would be a real pain in the ass if it happened often. Laundromat expenses alone would put a serious dent in their monthly budget. But the orgasm itself was worth going for. Jack told her there were no guarantees that Aaron could figure it out. "Jack! Shit! I'm going to have to go back to him and see if he has any more ideas about getting Aaron on board." Next Wednesday, her regular day off, she grabbed her gym bag and headed to the gym next door. This is going to be hard, she thought. That bastard is going to gloat all over me. Tate signed in at the gym and headed for the treadmill as she did last time. Right on cue, when the machine signaled her two miles, there was Jack. She jumped off the treadmill and Jack helped her wipe it down. "Buy you a drink?" Jack said smiling. *-*-* Tate followed Jack into the juice bar. "Ahh, our table is free. This is like our second date, isn't it?" "There was no first date, no second date, and damn sure no future date." "Now, now. I think you came here for help so be nice." Once again he had the power to make her unreasonably furious, because, once again he was unreasonably right. "Look, Jack...oh this is hard...I know you said Aaron may not be able to do what I want, but I'm a little desperate here. I need you to help me out." "I told you last week. I'll do it for you any time you want." "No, not that! I mean I need you to help me teach Aaron what to do." "I could if he had a pussy. With that ballet shit he acts like one, but he doesn't have one." "Forget it. I'm leaving." "Alright, alright. Sorry. I promise no more pencilneck jokes. OK? What can I do?" "Lunch today. Same time, same place. Get something vegetarian this time. We'll talk it over and see what I'm missing." "Fair enough." "And this time, go around to the back door. Remember where the smoking area is behind the apartment? I'll leave it open. Just come on in. I'll be in the kitchen." "Sounds exciting. Intrigue and all that shit." "Don't get too excited, Jack. This is lunch and talk. OK?" "Sure. What else would it be?" As a parting shot, Tate gave the young waitress a standard 1000 watt smile and blinked. When the girl almost dropped her tray, Tate gave Jack a little smirk. "Show off," he said and smiled as she left. Jack was happy to see Tate again. He liked that she needed his help and couldn't help wondering how solid her relationship with Aaron was. He enjoyed being with her more than he had realized. The little g-spot sessions were gravy. *-*-* Tate went home and showered after her modest two mile workout. She straightened up the living room and the kitchen in preparation for Jack's visit. She was about to do the same in the bedroom when she caught herself. "Like that's going to happen." Then she unlocked the outside back door. Promptly at 1 pm Jack entered through the back. He closed the door and locked it. Tate was sitting in the kitchen as expected. "Hi, Jack. Mmmm. I guess that wouldn't be a good greeting at the airport, would it?" "Very funny. Jack isn't my real name anyway." "Really. Sounds all intrigue and shit." "You're a real card today, Tate. My real name is Jonathan. That's what my mom named me and still calls me. The rest of my family calls me Jon." "Sorry, I didn't know. What should I call you?" "Lover will do." "That sounds like Jack talking, not Jon, and that's not going to happen." "I know. OK, I'm sorry." "I'm going to keep calling you Jack for awhile. Jon would be too confusing with everyone else we know calling you Jack." "Fine. I like you...as a friend. I just wanted you to know." "Let's keep it that way, OK? So where did the name Jack come from." "College. I got teased about the name Jonathan the whole time I was in high school. Some older guys said it was a fag name, and the idea stuck." "Seriously? I never heard of that. A little ironic after your faggot comments about ballet, wouldn't you say?" "You're right. I deserve that. Obviously, it doesn't take much to set off a bunch of guys. Once they lock on, they don't let go." Jack told her when he went to college, with all new people, he changed his name to Jack hoping that would be the end of it. Between sports and bulking up, it never came up again. And that's the way it's been since. "Wow, kids can be brutal. That doesn't explain all the faggot jokes at Aaron's expense." "I said I'm sorry. Really. I sort of overcompensated when I became Jack. I've been working on it, but I have lapses when I'm nervous or with people I don't know. Weird. I'm trying, Tate." "Gee, there might be a decent guy lurking in that macho bullshit shell you built." "Fuck you." "Or not," They both laughed. She glanced over at him when he wasn't looking and had an urge to give him a hug. She shuddered. Watch it, bitch. You're in over your head enough with the g-spot workouts, she thought. "I need to get serious, Jack. I'm in trouble." "Aaron found out about us?" "No, nothing like that. Hey...there is no 'us'. Remember that. Anyway, I tried to show him what to do last night. He didn't get it. He couldn't feel my g-spot. But I tried it myself and it's definitely not that difficult to find. What can I do, Jack?" Jack led Tate over to the couch. They sat down side by side. He leaned in for a kiss. "No, Jack. Stop it. We're not doing that, ever. Just show me one more time." Jack turned in toward Tate, reached down and pulled off her panties. He thought about keeping them, but stuffed them between the cushions. He gently stroked her legs, and Tate leaned back against the couch, scooting her ass closer to the edge. She spread her legs practically begging him to enter her and work his magic. He obliged, working two fingers into her perfect little dripping pussy. Jack established a rhythmic in and out until she pushed back against his fingers, then he slowed down his fingering to level her off. She zoned out and let her right hand fall naturally into his lap. Without thinking, she was stroking his cock through his polyester gym shorts. He kneeled with one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor. He pulled down his gym shorts. His cock stuck straight out, and Jack moved it closer to her face. Tate continued to stroke it, her head back and her eyes closed. Jack resumed stroking in and out of her pussy, and Tate began to lightly shake. Jack intensified his strokes until he was rubbing her g-spot, and within seconds she cummed hard against his hand. "Do it again, Jack. More." "You need to pay me a little attention first." "Put your fingers back in. Please, Jack." "I told you what you need to do." Tate realizing for the first time that she was holding his cock, began working on it hard and fast. "In your mouth, Tate." "No, Jack, just do me." "Now, Tate, or we're done here." She pulled him into her mouth and continued to stroke him until he came. She swallowed all she could then fell back on the couch and whined, "Please, Jack." Jack inserted his fingers and within minutes her orgasm left her almost unconscious. She choked on the remaining semen in her mouth as it tricked down her throat, and woke with a start. "Oh my god. Jack. How do you do that?" "There's more." He laid her down flat on the couch and got between her legs. She opened her eyes wondering what was going on, and saw him lining up his big cock with her pussy. "Jack. No. You can't fuck me. You can't. Anything you want, but not that. That's only for Aaron. Don't. Jonathan!" she screamed. He straightened up with a start when she used his real name. He looked down at her searching her face. She looked at him frightened. He got off the couch and stood next to her. "Tate...uhh...sorry. I need to get back to work. I'm really sorry." He grabbed his clothes, dressed and ran out the back door. *-*-* A week later, Tate had heard nothing from Jack. She felt horrible about what she had done the last time, so she didn't want to talk to him anyway. She tried to justify her lunches with Jack as something for Aaron and a way to heal their relationship. But last Wednesday had nothing to do with helping Aaron. It had everything to do with her getting off with Jack. She didn't plan it, but there was no denying she was into it, and had learned nothing new. Wednesday again, Tate had the day off. She packed her gym bag, then wandered over to the gym. She needed to make sure Jack knew there was nothing between them and there never would be anything between them. They had to make a clean break with no expectations. If Aaron couldn't figure out how to get her off, so be it, there would be no more "lessons" from Jack. While signing in, she saw Gary which puzzled her. "Hi, Gary. I thought you were at a different gym." "Hey, Tate. Yea, I was. Jack traded with me this weekend. It's permanent. He did it so I could be closer to Darlene." "Really? What's the catch?" "No catch. I know, Tate, he can be a real dick, but sometimes he's a decent guy. I guess I'll be seeing more of you and Aaron too. Pretty cool, huh?" "Yea, that'll be great," wondering if she would be with Aaron much longer at the rate things were going. "Hey, I'll let you get to your workout. Nice seeing you, Tate. Gotta get back to work and not get distracted by all you fit little women everywhere." *-*-* Tate finished her workout and went home. Darlene arrived home at the same time and invited her over for coffee. She promised to come over after her shower. "Knock, knock." "Come on in, Tate." Tate plunked herself down at the table and Darlene brought two cups of coffee. "I saw Gary at the gym today. What's with that?" "It was the weirdest thing. Jack told Gary he wanted to trade so Gary could spend more time with me. Can you believe that? And he wants to be called Jon now." "Pretty weird. The guys losing it, I think." "So, you...you never told me about Aaron and the g-spot thing." "Well, not much to tell. Aaron is clueless when it comes to g-spots. Hopeless. But get this, he not only knew what they were, he knew the name of the guy who invented it or whatever." "Really? He knew his name?" "Yea. Fogelberg or...I don't know, some berg guy. Ask Aaron. He'll tell you all about it. He might even be able to find yours. He can't seem to find mine." "Aw, honey. I'm sorry. But I don't really need Aaron for that. I don't even need you for that anymore. Gary took to it like he'd done it before. Mmmm...hey, what if he has done it before, and is just playing dumb?" "Ha ha. Don't worry about it. I'm not. I love Aaron more than life. He's so good to me in so many ways, that I just need a serious attitude adjustment to remind me what's important and what isn't." "I'm glad, honey. He's a good man. I've known him for a long time and he's one of the best." "How come you guys never hit it off romantically if that's OK to ask?" "Want to know the truth? Remember Aaron said we were in ballet class together in college." "I remember you admitted checking out his package in tights." "You definitely know what I'm talking about, girl. Anyway, we hit it off right away, and became good friends. But, oh god, don't ever tell him." "Tell him what?" "I thought he was gay." "No way." "Way. I must have put out a vibe about it from the beginning because he never hit on me or asked me out. We just got closer and closer as friends. I used to tell him things I probably wouldn't tell you. There was one other thing too." "Uh oh. What?" "He was a much better ballet dancer than me." "You probably looked better in tights, though." "I'm not so sure. Lordy, that man rocked a pair of tights." *-*-* Tate decided that night would be her last attempt to teach Aaron where her g-spot was and what to do with it. If he didn't catch on, she would accept it and go back to the way things were before Jack came along. She decided she wouldn't put pressure on him by asking him to try again. She would try to naturally lead into it somehow and let him figure it out. When she got home, Aaron was sitting at the kitchen table with his hand in an ice bucket. "You OK? What happened?" Tate lifted his hand out of the bucket and examined it. It looked swollen, but no cuts or anything like that. "Some asshole in a car cut me off in the bike lane and I fell. I sprained my hand or something, but the gloves protected my skin. I'll be OK." "You sure. Nothing broken?" "No, no. I can move everything just fine. I'm going to be lost for awhile. I do everything with my left hand." Tate flashed on accidentally seeing Aaron masturbating once. "You're right, you do. Hey, wait. You play your guitar right handed." "True. I learned that way so I wouldn't have to hold it backwards from what my teacher was doing." By the time they finished dinner, Aaron said his hand was feeling pretty good. "Good. How about we go to bed a little early tonight. I promise I won't make you play the guitar, but you can play with anything else you find in there." *-*-* They cleaned up the dishes and retired to the bedroom. Tate felt some anxiety, but she reminded herself "whatever happens happens" and she'd accept it. She'd help move things along if possible, but this was not going to be another frustrating experience for either of them. Aaron was a little hesitant and didn't seem to have his usual confidence. Tate hoped their last attempt didn't leave any lasting insecurities for him. But soon enough, they were enjoying their favorite foreplay with Tate doing her best to keep it light. She was probably overdoing the little giggles, but they always seemed to spur Aaron on. Aaron went down on her, one of his favorite things to do, though it wasn't one of Tate's favorites. He gently probed her opening with his fingers and grazed over her clit with his callused thumb—that definitely was one of Tate's favorites. "Oww...sorry, babe. My hand hurts." Aaron repositioned himself to use his right hand. He'd never done it that way since he was naturally left handed, but the new position felt interesting and different. Tate enjoyed the new sensation, but couldn't help recalling the incredible feelings Jack would have generated by now. Aaron pushed two fingers in with his palm up, pushed harder still. Tate yelped. She felt an electric shock from Aaron's fingers as he found her g-spot. "Oh god, Aaron. Right there, right there." "Oh my god, I think I feel something," said Aaron. "I feel it. I really feel it." He homed in on the spot, and was grinning almost maniacally as he watched Tate losing control. Her orgasm hit her like a semi truck. Aaron was in so close and had been concentrating so hard, he got the full force of her squirt in the face. He sputtered, but kept going. "Aaron! Aaron. Stop. Please stop," she screamed while trying to pull his hand away. "Too sensitive. Hold off, hold off." Aaron did as instructed, then Tate said, "OK, go, go." Tate lost it again, with Aaron totally in control. Again she pushed his hand away and he understood. "Put it in, again." He did so and brought her to another crashing orgasm. "No more, no more, Aaron. Oh my god. What happened?" "It was hurting my hand so I used my other hand." "So? I don't get it." "Look," Aaron held up his left hand. "My fingertips. Twelve years of calluses from fretting guitar strings. I couldn't feel anything that delicate. My right hand is smoother. Not so many calluses. More feeling. It made all the difference." "Jesus. No shit! God, Aaron. Thank you for being so patient with me. I've wanted this for you for so long." "Just for me?" "I never knew what I was missing before so it didn't really bother me all that much." *-*-* No good deed goes unpunished. The next evening, Aaron visited Darlene. "You look like someone stole your puppy." "Can we talk?" "Sure." "Just between us. Nobody else." "Aaron, of course." "There've been some strange things going on at our place since that party." "Like what?" "Tuesday night I vacuumed. It was my week." "Wow, that IS strange!" One look at Aaron and she said, "Sorry. Go on." "I pulled the couch cushions off to vacuum underneath and collect any loose change. "How thrifty of you." "Darlene, I'm hurting here and you're making jokes." "OK, sorry. I joke when I'm nervous. Sorry. I won't interrupt again." "That was Tuesday. Wednesday night, I noticed I had reversed one of the cushions, you know, with the zipper out instead of towards the back." "I get the picture, Aaron, but I'm not getting the point." "There was a pair of Tate's panties between the cushions. They weren't there the night before when I vacuumed." "Tate was off work yesterday. It was Wednesday, right? Sometimes people are known to get turned on at home and, you know, take care of things." "Maybe, the crotch was still damp. But there was something else." "What? I'm not getting this." "Eighty-five cents in change. That wasn't there the night before either." "What are you saying, Aaron? "I don't know. I keep asking myself, where did that change come from. Not from me. I never sit on the couch. Not from Tate. She never puts anything in her pants pockets, and if she did they're too fucking tight for anything to fall back out. So where did that change come from?" "You tell me." "Somebody was there in the apartment yesterday other than just Tate." "That's all you have?" "No, there's more. I put out a clean dish towel in the kitchen Tuesday night. Yesterday it smelled like Axe cologne. You could smell that shit on Jack at the party from outside. You tell me that's normal." "You think she's doing something with Jack? She loathes him. I don't know what you're thinking, Aaron, but you're wrong. She loves you." "I still need to know the answers to those questions." "Have you asked Tate?" "No, I thought I'd bounce it off you first, but I will." Aaron got up to leave. "By the way, I'm a little embarrassed talking about it, but thanks for teaching Tate about that g-spot thing you and Gary figured out. Tate showed me last night and...wow. We owe you." Darlene pulled Aaron into a hug. "Bye, Darlene. Thanks for listening anyway." "Aaron, be careful...don't jump to any conclusions. She loves you. Let her explain." *-*-* After dinner, Aaron says, "I want to talk about last night." "Oh my god, Aaron. I was wet all day thinking about it. Maybe we could do it again tonight?" "Yea, well I have some questions. Like, where did you learn all this all of a sudden?" "I told you, Darlene and Gary figured it out. She tells me everything." "Yea, well, she tells me everything too, and what she doesn't tell me I can read in her face. Like when I thanked her for telling you about her and Gary finding her g-spot." Tate looked away. Aaron continued. "She didn't tell me anything, but I could see she didn't know what I was talking about." "There's more, Tate. Somebody was in the apartment yesterday and I have a good idea who." "Aaron...please." Tears puddled in Tate's eyes about to overflow. Aaron told her about finding her panties and 85 cents in change under the couch cushions. "You or someone else took off your wet panties and stuffed them between the cushions. That same person lost 85 cents in change from their pocket right next to the panties. Who could that have been, Tate?" Tate sobbing unable to even conceive of a lie, plausible or not. "There's more, Tate." She looked up at him unable to imagine more. "There was a damp dish towel next to the sink. Let me give you a little hint about who left it there. Someone who wears Axe, Tate? Who do we know does that?" Getting Tate Off Ch. 02 "Aaron, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, hiccuping the words out. "I had to know. I had to know how Jack could make me do that at the party. I wanted so bad for us to share that. God, I'm so stupid." "You need to tell me everything, Tate. I don't know if I can live with this. And I won't know as long as there are any secrets. You need to tell me everything. Everything! And you need to tell me now. Or you can pack up and go live with that son of a bitch." Tate broke down completely. Aaron wanted badly to comfort her as he had done so many times in the past, but this was different. "The truth, Tate." Tate told him everything. The trips to the gym. The talks in the juice bar. The lunch meetings. Everything. Well, everything but one detail. She tried to tell him about the blow job during the last lunch session, but she couldn't get the words out. She had worked so hard to push the incident out of her mind that when she recalled it in front of Aaron, the shame overwhelmed her. All she could do was shake uncontrollably on the couch. Aaron sensed there was more, but probably minor details. He felt she had told him enough of the truth that he could deal with it and deal with Jack. He saw no profit in knowing any more, and he certainly didn't want too many details that would stick in his head forever. Aaron sat on the couch with Tate, pulled her to him and held her tightly. She continued to blubber and shake while tears and snot covered the front of his shirt. *-*-* Aaron was fairly confident that he got the truth from Tate, though he was uncertain of her real motivations. Was she selflessly trying to make their sex lives better as she implied? Or was she cheating for her own gratification? Probably both things were at work, but he needed to know. He was sure of Jack's motivation, though. Jack was a player. He took advantage at the party and fully intended to take it all the way into the bedroom. There was no doubt in Aaron's mind, that Jack saw a weakness in Tate that he could take advantage of. There was clearly only one person who could shed some light on that. Someone who outweighed him by at least 30 pounds of prime gym-rat meat. Not only could he beat the shit out of Aaron, an "in your face" confrontation might make him clam up. Aaron had to try. Jack started all this. He's gotta be part of the solution. *-*-* Aaron talked to Gary to get some advice on how to approach Jack. "Jack and I traded jobs, you know. I'm working at the gym Tate goes to now. Jack's working my job at The City Gym downtown." "You think we could have a civilized talk? You know, where I don't get the shit beat out of me by a 300 pound gorilla." "Maybe. He's not a real diplomatic kinda guy, you know. He's used to getting his way, especially with women." "OK. Where do I confront him? At work?" "That'd work, I think. He's not a real popular guy with male customers for obvious reasons. If he got loud or stupid, you'd have some help in no time." "That would help." "He's a big guy, Aaron. He's not usually violent, but he's pig headed. Did I mention he's a big guy?" "Ha ha, yea, you hinted at that." "Good. Keep it public as much as you can." Aaron drove down to The City Gym and asked for Jack at the reception desk. "Which one?" "Which one is the biggest?" The receptionist looked at him funny, then made a phone call. A few minutes later, Jack, the one he expected, showed up. "What the hell do you want?" "I want to talk, Jack. About Tate." "So whadda ya want from me? How to get her off?" "The truth. And fuck you for saying that." "You mistake me for Jack Nicholson? 'You can't handle the truth!'" He bellowed loud enough that everyone turned to look at them in surprise. "Seriously, I don't think you can handle it." "I already got the truth...from Tate." "Then what do you need me for? You don't believe her?" "I just want to know why, how. What the hell happened?" "That's obvious. I tried to fuck your girlfriend. She played around a little, then dropped me. I'm a pussy hound. I get that. There's lots where that came from." "You think it's OK to hit on a guy's girlfriend?" "Hell, yes. Nobody's being forced. She can say no. Maybe she's looking to upgrade. Whatever. In the end, it's her choice, not mine." "That's not good enough, "said Aaron. "Look, I'll answer your questions, but I don't need to air my business in public." Pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Aaron he said, "Cindy! Give this guy a guest card and a towel. We're heading for the sauna for a short one." Aaron was about to protest, remembering Gary's advice to stay public. "You coming?" Jack looked back at him. He decided to risk it and caught up with Jack. Jack pushed into the locker room and pointed Aaron to a locker. "Get naked pencil...uh, it's Aaron, right? You done this before?" "Yea, and I've done this before if you mean a sauna." "That ballet shit you did at the party. That was real, right? You really do that pansy shit?" "Yea, I really do. I was the only straight guy in the middle of three dozen slim, fit beautiful women in college classes. And I was wearing tights that advertised my junk. Would you have a problem with that?" "Hell, I guess not. Sounds a lot like my job." They both laughed. "They showered, grabbed their towels and headed to the sauna. Jack opened the door and told the two guys already there to leave. "Maintenance. Times up. Scram." he told them. "Maintenance? Where's your tools, Jack?" one of the guys said sarcastically. "I got your tools right here, amigo," he said brandishing his dick. The guys quickly left, laughing. Jack and Aaron sat down and Jack dipped some water on the hot stones. "Jack, you tried to fuck my girl. I can't let that go." "Damn near did, too. She obsessed over what I did to her at the party. She tell you that?" "She said she met with you to figure it out so she could teach me." "So she says, but she enjoyed the hell out of those lessons. She wasn't thinking of you or England then." "She told me. Jack...did you fuck her?" "What did she tell you?" "You tell me. Did you?" "Something worse than that happened." "Jesus, what could be worse?" "You're not going to like this...I fell for her. Big time. It hasn't gone away. She kept having lunch with me, and having me get her off every time. I kept thinking how easy it was going to be to fuck her. How vulnerable she was. How your relationship couldn't be that solid. I figured I could just slip in there and she'd drop you like a hot rock." "What changed your mind?" "Shit, she was never going to fall for me. She wasn't even going to fuck me. She's vulnerable to a point, then she's a tough little bitch. She reminded me of that every time we got together. I figured in time that...well, whatever, I figured wrong. At first, I thought I was using her, and all the time she was using me. Pretty funny. I wasn't the player." "What happens now, Jack?" "Nothing from my end. I backed off. I swapped jobs with Gary so I'm not even near you guys." "Thanks." "I didn't do it for you. I did it for her. I can't have her, but I'm not going to do anything to hurt her." "Fair enough." "Fair enough and fair warning. You leave an opening by mistreating her, and it's a whole new ball game. Anyway. I gotta get back to work. Need to find a new pussy. Ha ha." "A little while ago you called me "pencil". I'm sure I don't want to know, but what was that about?" "Ha ha, you caught that? I was going to say "pencilneck". That's what she called you when we were alone." "What?" "Relax, dude. That's what I called you. Pissed her off every time so I had to stop. It sure wasn't helping my case any." Jack grabbed his towel and headed for the door. "Say hello to Gary and that hot little Darlene for me. Oh, and kiss Tate for me. She must be missing her lunch treats by now." "Asshole." "Pencilneck." Aaron grabbed his towel and followed Jack to the showers. *-*-* Jack and Aaron left the locker room together. When they got near the reception desk, Tate was there talking to Cindy, the receptionist. "What the fuck is this, The Jerry Springer Show?" Jack bellowed. "Tate, what the hell are you doing here?" said Aaron. "I...uh...I came to talk to Jack..." Tate broke down crying. "I didn't expect you here, Aaron." "Obviously. So he got to you after all." "NOoo...no. I just wanted to clear the air with him. To ask him to stay away from us. To...god, I just make things worse and worse." "Hey, good luck with that, Aaron. I'm outa here. She's all yours." "Wait! Jack! Don't leave. Wait right here for a minute. I need to talk to Aaron first." She grabbed Aaron by the arm and dragged him around the corner out of view. "Aaron, you have to trust me. Promise me you'll try. Promise!" "OK, OK, what am I promising to do?" "I want just five minutes with Jon...Jack. I mean, Jack. No touching, just some closure." "Secrets are what got us here, Tate. No." "I don't want any secrets between us. I just want to say some things to Jack that I can't say in front of you." "Tate, no." "Please, Aaron, trust me. I need some closure with Jack and I can't think straight about them in front of you. I will tell you everything afterward. Everything. I promise, no secrets. Aaron?" "Five minutes." Aaron pushed his way out the front door of the gym, and tried to slam it, but it wouldn't cooperate. Tate returned to Jack. "I'm sorry, Jack. I need to say this. Don't interrupt. There was never anything romantic between us. I want you to be clear on that." "There was for me, Tate. OK, I know it was not mutual. I'm OK with that now." Jack slumped as he stood there in front of her. "Well, I learned to like you...as Jon," she said. "We might have been friends if we had met differently, but we never would have been lovers. You have to understand that, Jon." "Yea, I do. I won't do anything to hurt you, Tate. I promise." "I know. I'll tell you this, though," she said looking him straight in the eye. "I'll never forget who taught me 'the trick'. A girl never forgets her first." Tate smiled. Jack smiled back and reached out with both hands inviting a hug. Tate grabbed both of his hands in hers, gave them an affectionate squeeze and said, "Goodbye, Jon." "Bye, Tate." Cindy, the receptionist looked on wide-eyed. "What the hell you looking at, bitch? Get back to work," then Jack was gone. True to her word, Tate came out of the gym within five minutes. Aaron was sitting on the steps staring off into space. He stood when he saw her, and held out his arms inviting a hug. Tate melted into him. "Take me home, Aaron." ***** Author's note: Vote if you like. Comments are more valuable. Getting Tate Off Ch. 01 Tate hung up the phone not sure what happened. Shit. Why did I tell him that Aaron wouldn't be home until late, she thought. *-*-* Right on time, Jack knocked on the door. Tate pulled it open and looked around outside. "Quick. Come in. I don't want anyone to see you here." Jack laid the food down on the table and pulled out the containers. "I got your sweet and sour pork, kung pao chicken, broccoli beef. All the basic food groups." "I should have told you I'm vegetarian. Doesn't matter. I'll fix something." "More for me. Or you could pick the meat out." "It doesn't work that way. Never mind." She went to the refrigerator and tossed leftover tofu stir fry from the previous night into the microwave. "You look good dressed like that." Tate wore an over-sized worn-out T-shirt and gym shorts. "Cut the shit, Jack. I intentionally dressed down for you." "Well, thanks. It's the little things that count." They made small talk about the apartment and the gym while they ate. Tate got more anxious as time went by trying to figure a way to bring up what she needed to talk about. She knew Jack held the secret to saving her sex life with Aaron. She finally blurted out, "I want to talk about that party." "I knew it. Gives me wood every time I think about it." "Cork it, Jack. I just want to know what you did to me?" "What I did to you?" "Don't play dumb with me. It's not cute. It's stupid. I want to know how you knew...or what you did...to make me...you know." "Cum like a geyser? Hey, I can make it happen for you any time. Right now, in fact." "We're not doing that again...uhh...how do you know you can do it?" "I just can. OK, let's make a little bet." "What? I don't bet...what kind of bet? " "Just listen. Give me 15 minutes. Anywhere. Say, right over there on the couch where it started. And I'll make you cum like that at least once." "At least once?" "Sure. If you hadn't run off the other night, you might have cum two or three times in a row like that." "You're full of shit." "Fifteen minutes. If I can't make you cum like that, I'll walk out the door and never bother you again. You can even keep the Chinese leftovers." "Seriously? And if I do...uhh...cum like that at least once? Then what? What do you get out of it?" "You're joking, right? That will be reward enough...for now." "Oh my god...will you teach me the trick? You have to or no bet." "There is no trick, Tate. I know what I'm doing. I'll show you what I know." "Can anyone learn it?" "You mean like your pencilneck boyfriend?" "Don't talk about him like that or you can forget the whole thing." "OK, OK. Yea, he might be able to learn it from you, but I don't guarantee it. Some guys are just not that tuned into women. But I showed you that I am, and I'll do it for you any time you want." "Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck...OK. Prove it. 15 minutes." Tate jumped up and set the kitchen timer. "Jeez, no pressure or anything. Make it 20 minutes so that we have time to settle down and I get the full 15 minutes to get you off." *-*-* They walked over to the couch where she first learned what she was capable of. "You might want to grab a big towel, you know, for the couch." "Oh yea, thanks." She grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and laid it on the couch. "I'll sit here where I was the other night and you lay down the same way you were." "Is that the only way it works?" "What? No. I just want you comfortable now, that's all. Give me a couple of minutes to get you relaxed." "The clock's ticking for you, not for me, Jack." Jack began by rubbing her feet. She seemed to get into foot massage at the party, and Jack figured it was worth the small investment in time. After a couple of minutes, he switched to working on one foot with one hand while he explored her leg with the other. This girl really dug foot massage. She was already breathing irregularly. He switched to massaging her calves, then let one hand run inside her thigh from her knee almost to her pussy. She was trembling ever so slightly in his hands. He slowly ran both hands along her inner thighs, then up to the waistband of her shorts. He pulled them down, she lifted slightly and he pulled off shorts and panties in one motion. She was huffing like a little freight train. He continued stroking her inner thighs. "Comfy?" he asked. "A strange guy is feeling me up and staring at my bare pussy. What do you think?" "I think after the last time, I'm no stranger." He continued to stroke, made sure she was lubricating well, then firmly shoved two fingers into her pussy." She wasn't expecting that, and loudly moaned, "Oh god, Oh no." Jack continued to work his two fingers into her pussy, and when she got used to that, he pushed hard, felt for her g-spot and began to massage it vigorously, not gently. She was losing control. She thrust against his hand as he thrust into her. She seemed to stop breathing, but continued thrusting. Then she grabbed his wrist, pulled him out and gushed. She screamed at him,"Put it back in. Put it back in." After only half a dozen strokes, she again grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out and gushed again. She didn't even wait for his fingers this time. She furiously attacked her clit, gushed again, but much lower volume, and collapsed on the couch, her chest heaving. Jack was soaked. Tate was soaked. The couch was soaked. The towel was almost dry. He tried to touch her pussy, but she cringed and rolled over into the fetal position just as the kitchen timer went off. Jack grabbed a blanket off the bed, covered her up and gave her a light kiss on the top of her head. *-*-* He let her doze for about 15 minutes, then woke her up. "I gotta leave, Tate. Look, anytime you want me back for more, just let me know." "Oh no you don't. I don't want you back. I want you to tell me what you did. Teach me, Jack. That was our deal." "OK, here it is. Most women have a small spot, maybe about the size of a quarter on the roof of their...uhh...vagina. Most of the time, you can feel it if you're looking for it. But it's easy to miss if you don't know what you're doing." "Where? How do I find it." "Obviously, with your finger. Let me show you." "I don't want you touching me again." "Then I can't help you. See you around, Tate." "OK, sorry. Just show me. Don't fucking get me off again, OK? We're done with that." Tate laid back on the couch with her legs slightly spread. Jack inserted two fingers. "Tell pencilneck to use two fingers with his palm up, like this. Then keep pushing in until he feels a slight rough spot with his fingertips. Not like sandpaper. Just, like, tiny ridges." Jack watches her face closely. "See. Right there. That's your g-spot. Got it? Now you try it." "Me?" "Yea, you. Are you shy all of a sudden? Stick your fingers up there and feel around where I was. You feel that?" Tate jumped like she had been shocked. "Oh my god. How have I missed that all these years?" She laughed. "Don't wear it out before pencilneck gets home." Jack cleaned himself at the kitchen sink, wiped his hands on a dish towel, then let himself out the back door. Tate covered herself again, dozed for an hour, then got up to clean up the mess. That was amazing, but definitely too messy for everyday, she thought. After a shower, she went for a walk around the neighborhood to get a grip on what was happening to her. It was no fluke. Jack proved that. And true to his word, he taught her the "secret". She felt bad about letting Jack do it to her again, and knew she could never tell Aaron. But if it saved her relationship it would be worth it to both of them. *-*-* When Darlene came home from school around 3 pm, Tate went over to talk. She couldn't admit she let Jack get her off again. Darlene might tell Aaron. She didn't want to put her in the middle of anything uncomfortable. They eased onto Darlene's couch and Tate asked, "How was school today?" "Not too bad. The kids were a little wild, but they're all excited about the holiday so that's understandable. We put aside most of the lessons this afternoon and just worked on decorations." "Yea, I remember 3rd grade. It was a lot of fun, especially with a fun teacher like you, Darlene." "Thanks...what's up?" "I ran into Jack today." "Really? Where?" "Did you know he works at the gym next door? The one behind Denny's?" "No, really? I thought he worked with Gary downtown." "Not anymore. He tried to hit on me when I was on the treadmill. He was persistent, so I let him buy me a drink at the juice bar there." "That must have been awkward for you." "Yea, a little, but I have to admit, I really wanted to know what he did to me that night. It was like a bomb going off. Like nothing I ever felt with any guy. Oh, don't get me wrong. It wasn't him. It was something he did, and I wanted to know what it was." "Did he tell you?" "Yea. He had a giant stiffie the whole time, but he told me everything." "Oh my god...have you tried doing what he said?" "Sort of. It's kind of hard to do on myself." "Tell me. I want to know. I was very worried about you at the party, but I was also more turned on watching you than I have been in a long time." "Really? You got turned on watching me?" "It was very powerful and you're the hottest woman I know. I've never been with a woman before, but wow, that was something." "I never have either, but would you...no, never mind...this probably isn't..." "What? Tell me. We've shared secrets before." "Well, ummm...he told me about something called a g-spot that women have. Have you heard of that? "Yea, in the magazines mostly, but I thought it was a myth or something. I don't know if any woman really has one. Sounds like a magic button a man would dream up." "We could try to find it ourselves...I mean, checking ourselves, not checking each other...or something...I don't know." "I guess we could try. Where did he say it was?" "OK, he showed me a sort of "come hither" gesture, he called it. Like this," and Tate held out her hand and showed her. "What? That doesn't do anything for me, Tate." "Well, I would have to stick it inside, Darlene." They both laughed and fell back on the couch. "Not in me. Try it on yourself, and let's see." Tate pulled her shorts down and her panties to the side. They were both beet red with embarrassment and arousal. Tate worked her two fingers into her own pussy, but couldn't find it again. She thought it might be deeper and pushed harder. She had long slender fingers and soon found the sensitive, slightly textured area. "I feel it. I think that's it. Wow, that feels weird. I mean it doesn't compare to when Jack touched it at the party, but I'm pretty sure it's the same place. You try it." "I don't think so, Tate," she said, staring at Tate's pussy. "Dummy. Try it on yourself." Darlene pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and mimicked what Tate had done. Nothing. "I had to go much deeper than that." Darlene pushed harder, then harder still. "Nothing. Just real smooth skin." Without thinking Tate moved over to Darlene and took charge. "Let me try. Move your hand." Darlene's eyes got wide, then she blushed and turned her head. "Tate...I don't know. I mean we're friends and all, but..." "Relax. I'm a medical professional." "You're a fucking dental assistant," Darlene laughed. "My teeth are up here." "Whatever. I touch patients all day long. Well, not like that, but I can feel mine so I know what I'm looking for and you don't." Tate inserted two fingers slowly into Darlene like Jack taught her. Darlene had been dripping wet since they began talking so Tate's fingers slipped right in. Darlene was very agitated about Tate being so close with her fingers in her twat, but resigned herself to the intrusion as she had done countless times with her OB/GYN. "Ohhh, what did you do?" Darlene grabbed Tate's wrist and tried to push her away. "I felt it, Darlene. A little sort of ripply patch right where it should be." Tate pushed in again and lightly massaged the spot with her fingers. Darlene fell back on the couch, gasping for air with each raspy breathe. Tate intensified the massage watching Darlene carefully, but not really knowing what to look for. Darlene's leg shot out, quivered in mid-air, then it happened. She squirted. It was a small, slightly opalescent trickle, like thin watery semen. Darlene's leg was rigid, her mid-section was crunched tightly and her face was contorted and turning blue. Then she screamed and relaxed. Tate was frightened at first, but soon saw that Darlene was OK. Really, really OK. She laid down over her friend and they hugged until Darlene had fully recovered and several orgasmic aftershocks had subsided. "Oh my god..." "Yeah?" "Oh yeah. We need to open up a g-spot salon or something." "Ha ha. We need to keep real quiet about this or we're going to scare our men away." "And that would be a problem after what we know now?" "Ask me again when you need heavy furniture moved." Darlene and Tate held hands and went into the shower together. *-*-* When Tate returned to her apartment, Aaron was sitting in his favorite chair, picking out a tune on his guitar. He'd been playing since college, but the last year or so he only seemed to play when he was bothered by something. Most nights since the party, he could be found softly playing, and occasionally humming along. Tate thought he looked more haunted than relaxed when he did this. Fresh from her success with Darlene, Tate decided to teach Aaron what she learned. She'd been racking her brain to find a way to talk to Aaron about what happened. She wanted him to try getting her off that way, but she was worried about springing this on him. He would surely wonder how she knows so much about it all of a sudden. She needed a plan. "Aaron...I was talking to Darlene today." "Really? About what?" he asked, barely looking up from his playing. "Oh, you know, female orgasm and stuff." "Aw jeez, what? Isn't anything off limits with you women?" Aaron set the guitar against his chair. Tate used the opportunity to sit in Aaron's lap. "We're interested in feelings, Aaron. Orgasms with the right man are worth exploring." She was holding his hand and running her fingers over the calluses on his fingertips from playing the guitar. She shuddered a little thinking about how good that roughness felt when gliding across her nipples. "Uhh, well, OK...I guess, but do you have to talk about it with Darlene?" "She was telling me about something she and Gary experimented with." Tate figured Gary and Aaron were very unlikely to be talking about experimenting with female orgasms. "We're not going to talk about Gary and Darlene's sex life I hope." "Well, only indirectly as it could be about our sex life." "Like how?" "OK, she was telling me about g-spots." "The Gräfenberg Spot, right?" "Huh? You know about that? Don't tell me it's some fucking ballet position you do or something." Aaron laughed. "No. It just came up in a Health class I had at college." "Jesus, ballet, g-spots...what the hell did you major in at college?" Aaron smiled and shrugged. "OK, never mind. Darlene was telling me she and Gary tried to find it and actually did." Aaron cringed, but Tate ignored him and went on. "She said it really turned her on. Maybe you and I might want to try it." "Honey, I would do anything to make you happy and you know it. I don't remember specifics about it from college, but I'll try anything with you." "Alright. Let's just play around and get in the mood. When we get to the point where we go for the Hindenburg thing..." "Gräfenberg. Never mind. Just call it g-spot." "OK, g-spot or whatever. When we get there, I'll tell you exactly what Darlene said they did and let's see what happens." *-*-* After two years together, they had a general pattern of foreplay that worked for them. When Aaron stuck his middle finger in Tate's tight little pussy, she said, "Just like that only two fingers. Put two fingers in. Now turn your palm up. No, up. Yea, like that. OK, now push in and feel the inside of my pussy. What does it feel like?" "Like white hot liquid velvet, my love." "No, no. Push it in further. Anything?" "Uh, well, maybe I need a clue." Goddamn right you need a clue, she thought. Fuck. "OK, push your fingers in and feel for a sort of rippled or rough spot on your fingertips. Uhh...yea right around there. Feel it?" "Feels the same, babe. What do you want me to do." "Oh god, you were right there. Try pushing it in again. Feel it?" "Tate, it feels the same. I..." "Right there, right there. Curl your fingers back and forth, right there." "OK, but...like that?" "You were right there. Where'd you go? Do it again." "Do what again, Tate. I can't tell what you want me to do." "Ahh, god...Aaron..." Tate cried. Aaron backed off, completely confused. "I'm so sorry, Tate. I don't know what to do. I'm so sorry." "It's OK, Aaron. I guess maybe Darlene's instructions aren't very good. Or maybe I'm just not built the same. I'll have to talk to her again. Don't worry about it." But she knew for a fact she was built the same as Darlene, and they both had a responsive g-spot right where it should be. "You know how much I want us to be able to share this...I'm so sorry." "No, really Aaron. You make me so happy just for trying, but it's my fault for not being very clear. Let's forget it, my love. It isn't important." She kissed him for several minutes, then rolled over and spooned with him until she fell asleep. Aaron remained confused and a little mortified. He wasn't sure if he had somehow failed her or what. He slept fitfully the rest of the night. ***** Author's Note: Chapter 2, the conclusion, is written and will follow in about two days.